Page 12 of Reaper's Claim

“That wasn’t a fucking kiss,” I growled. A primal instinct flooded my body; I couldn’t fight it if I wanted to.

Her eyes went wide with fright. “I’m sorry… I didn’t… I’m sorry,” she stuttered.

“Stop.” I put my hand under her chin. I flicked the unlit cigarette from my hand and twisted around, placing my other hand on the side, framing her perfect face with my hands.

If my place in hell wasn’t already reserved, it sure as hell would be now.

I dipped my head, so she knew. She knew what was about to happen and she didn’t pull away; she didn’t run off screaming. She took a shaky breath before I claimed those perfect lips. I couldn’t be gentle; it wasn’t me. I kissed her hard, and rough, and the small moan that came from her lips told me she liked it.

Her hands wrapped around my neck, and she kept a tight grip on me. I placed my hand on her hip and moved my other hand to grip the back of her head.

She kissed me back hard.

My hand was itching to reach up under her tee shirt and feel those hard perky breasts of hers, but I didn’t. I kept my hand glued to her hip.

She broke the kiss, taking gulps of air.

“You ok, babe?” I brushed the wild hair from her face.

“Don’t stop.” She drove up, pressing her lips hard against mine.

Her small, warm hand touched mine, and she tried to guide it up her shirt. I froze.

“I can’t, babe.” I pulled away, planting kisses down her neck.

She begged me to touch her. “Please, Kade, please.”

“I can’t, darling.” I just couldn’t do it.

She grabbed my hands and instead of moving it up, she moved it down, causing my eyes to double in size and my heart to nearly explode from shock.

She pulled herself up on me. “Come on, Kade. Please.”

I shook my head and kissed up her neck.

“Kade, please,” she begged in my ear as she pressed her body into me.

Growling, I pushed her back down onto the table and went to unbutton her jeans. I would regret this later, I knew it. But I was only human.

I slipped a finger into her, and immediately her eyes closed, and she moaned.

“So darn tight, baby,” I grunted, squeezing a finger inside her.

Sweet sixteen.

I started to pump my finger, and she was rocking against it. I couldn’t fit two fingers in her; she was too darn tight, I knew it would hurt her.

“Babe, look at me.” I gripped her head. I could feel her tighten and clench around my finger. She was gonna burst, and I wanted to see it on her face when she did.

Her eyes fluttered open, and those big eyes were painted with lust and desire. Her pussy clenched itself around my finger, and her body started to rock, her back arching.

“Don’t fight it, darling.” I kissed down her neck.

Her arms shook around me, and she put a death grip on my finger.So darn tight.

She moaned loudly, and my name escaped her lips in the last breath. I wasn’t just hard anymore; I was dead stiff hearing her moan my name as she came for the very first time.

Her forehead was sweaty, and she pressed it against mine. “Thank you.” Her sweet words washed over my face.

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